#or that one time I had a dream I was giorno's wife and our enemies kidnapped our child so I went to find him

[didiwaffles]

My dreams are a mixture of very over the top stuff like with mermaids and flying by jumping on air one piece style with some horror elements and like hunger games shit and then very realistic stuff that might've just happened irl if I didn't know it couldn't have to the point where I start doubting my own sanity

[dongiovannaswife]

Could you write a little snippet of you and Giorno comforting the twins after a nightmare?

Tysm for this request!!! I loved writing this because lately I’ve been feeling so down and lonely it helped with those feelings ;w; I hope you like this. The boys are 5 years old and the plot is revealed as we go :D the part in italics is supposed to be a flashback.

CW: sickeness mention and talk (the whole stand’s awakening thing is discussed, giving it a medical focus, but nothing too explicit). Poorly proofreader bc,, sleepy baby I am. 

Translation(s); ** solecito: sunny or sunshine, it sounds far better in spanish uwu

Dr. Bocelli Enzo hums, reading the result in the thermometer. By his side, in his bed, Jovi sighs, settling in for a short nap —his brother, Dante, looks up at the old man with big, curious eyes: his little hand holding Giorno’s.

The Don’s eyes, although worried, shift into a calm, flawless mask when he looks down at the boy.

“Well,” Bocelli speaks up, turning to look at Lena —she’s holding Jovi, laying with him in the bed. Tired eyes look back at him, giving him permission to keep talking.

“The fever has subsided and, as we thought, their stands have emerged: it has been found through tests and as a general incidence that through the next few weeks or a month they will experience the sudden manifestation of their stands, be that their physical form, fragmented powers of it, or symptoms of distress. I recommend you look over them closely.”

Giorno hums, feeling Dante move and stand up, hugging his neck —bringing his hands down, he soon hugs the little one to his chest, lifting him slightly so he rests on his chest while he leans back, enough to give him space —but he doesn’t lean on anything.

Lena speaks this time, “What kind of symptoms could we expect?”

Bocelli presses his lips together for a second, thinking about his answer briefly. “Symptoms of a cold, some fevers (if the temperature rises too much and you can’t control it, then we may have to intervene), some bellyaches —it could be anything that could make you think of a simple sickness, but it’s the changes on their body. Let’s remember stands do change the body; that, and the mind is also affected, I mean, not literally, it’s about somatic symptoms.”

The Donna nods, thinking about his words. Eyes falling into the little one on her arms.

“Are we allowed to medicate them, then?” Giorno asks next, frowning over the extent of his words, already disliking the possibility. “I refuse to let them go around in pain.” He clears his throat, trying to tone it down; his words end up in a whisper, mumbled with something else underneath. “I don’t want to see them hurt.”

Bocelli’s eyes reflect something puzzled when he looks at Giorno, a small from making the wrinkles around his eyes stand out. “If that happens, call me, always.”

The couple exchanges a look.

“Okay.” Lena hums, smiling softly when the boy in her hold sighs, holding onto her tighter.

 It had been a week since that. The symptoms were few and sudden, but nothing too out of the ordinary, Bocelli had said.

The clock almost hits midnight as the couple stands in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from dinner —the boys had asked for homemade pizza and as if it wasn’t enough, homemade ice-cream. While it had been a big challenge for them, the big grins from their boys and the delighted sounds as they ate had been enough to look over at each other, smiling proudly.

With Giorno washing the dishes and passing them to his wife so she can dry them off, both fall into quiet conversation, with Ares climbing into the sink to join them, meowing when the couple exchanged kisses —demanding attention.

Ares blinks slowly, head falling slowly as he fights the will to sleep for the millionth time in the day —but the sound of rushed small footsteps wakes him up. Giorno and Lena quickly look over their shoulders, trying to find any sings of intruders or enemies.

But they only see Jovi standing in the doorway, clutching his toy under his arm —one of his hands trying to wipe off his tears in angry motions as sobs betray him, making him shake.

Both move fast, reaching out to wipe off their hands and, with Lena being able to do so quicker, she approaches the boy in a rush, kneeling before him.

“Solecito,**” she calls, sweet and worried but calm at once. “What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”

Jovi shakes his head, dropping his toy to throw himself into his mother’s arms, sobbing loudly. His small form trembles in her hold, small hands holding onto her shirt for dear life —words barely comprehensive when he speaks between sobs. “Bad dream,” he sobs louder when Giorno joins them, putting a warm and large hand on his back. “Ares was hurt.”

“Ares?” Giorno repeats, looking over the cat, who’s sitting in the floor now, staring with big, worried eyes. “Jovi, baby, Ares is okay.” Lena passes the boy to him and, as soon as Giorno lifts him off the ground, Jovi seems to calm down a bit. “See?” he points at the cat, “He’s right there.”

Jovi looks back at the feline, sobbing when he finds him well, looking back at him. Giorno drops a hand low, rubbing the pads of two fingers between them —and Ares, recognizing the motion, walks up to them —tail standing tall.

Lena picks the cat up, scratching his cheek, taking him closer to Jovi. “See, baby?” she says, watching him extend a shaking hand out to scratch Ares’ head. “He’s okay, he’s happy and he loves you.”

Jovi nods, smiling through a red nose and eyes, “I love him too, he’s a good friend.”

Giorno nods, leaning to kiss his forehead, “He loves you too, buddy. Now, let’s go upstairs and get you freshen up, yeah?” he touches the boys’ forehead subtly, making sure he doesn’t have a fever.

Walking out the kitchen, Lena calls for her husband. When he stops, she gives him Jovi’s toy, “I’ll go up to Dante, see how he’s doing, see you there?”

Giorno hums, booping her nose with the toy, earning a chuckle from her and a curious look from the boy in his arms. As the walk up the stairs with Lena before them, Jovi touches the owl in his father’s chest, the pad of his little finger doing quick motions inside of it, as if imagining he’s coloring it.

“Daddy?” Jovi asks, seeing his mother walk up faster to his bedroom out of nowhere, “Why mommy running?”

“Ehm,” Giorno looks ahead, seeing her open the door in a rush and step inside even more rushed —the faint sound of a sob making him move faster immediately. “Jovi,” he answers, looking back at the boy for a second before looking back at the corridor. “We want to make sure your brother is okay.”

“Oh,” Jovi puts a finger on his lip, looking up at the ceiling, just like he has seen uncle Fugo do when he’s thinking. Rising the same finger from his lips and up the sky, he soon affirms. “Maybe he’s having a bad dream like me!”

Giorno nods, coming into the bedroom. “Maybe, let’s see how he’s doing, yeah?”

“Love,” Lena speaks up —sitting in bed with Dante on her lap, cradling him to her chest. “Dante was asking for you.”

“What’s wrong, buddy?” Giorno asks, sitting by his wife’s side, settling Jovi on his lap. He reaches for the tissues in the bedside, helping Jovi clear his stuffy nose.

“Daddy?” Dante asks, looking up from his mother’s hold, eyes widened in fear —tears threatening to fall.

Giorno hums, extending a hand out to pinch his cheek gently. “I’m here, buddy. What’s wrong?”

Dante sobs, blinking back tears. “I had a dream. You and mommy were away…” he holds onto Lena tighter, shaking. “And never came back.”

Giorno’s heart breaks. So does Lena’s —both exchange a look, seeming to communicate without needing words.

When Dante’s eyes go between them in shock and Jovi is about to ask what’s going on, both speak up at the same time.

“We would never leave you.”

Dante’s lip trembles and, finally, the first tear falls off his cheek, lost in the river that flows right after. Jovi’s commoved, unable to do anything but stare up at his parents.

“Dante, Jovi,” Lena looks between the twins as she names then. “You two are our reason to wake up every morning.” She extends a hand out to each of them, treading her fingers carefully through the manes of blonde-reddish curls with enough care to not pull, tangle or undo them. “We love you a lot, remember that, always.”

Giorno hums, nodding. “You are, and always will be, our little ones, okay? It was a dream, everything —from Ares getting hurt to us leaving you was a bad dream: we will be okay and together.”

The boys nod, with Jovi giving his toy to Dante, seeing as him keeps crying. “Don’t cry, Dan! Let’s play, yes?”

Dante takes the toy, hugging it closer to him. He looks up at his parents with big eyes, red from crying. “Can we?”

Giorno hums, “Just a bit while you feel good enough to go to sleep.”

The twins grin at each other, looking back at their parents; “Not sleepy.”

Giorno and Lena exchange a look, surprised.

It will be a long night.

 When the faint rays of sun start to come in through the boy’s window, Lena stands there, watching the city wake up —Jovi in her arms, asleep and snoring loudly. With Giorno sitting in the couch, still struggling to not move to much in case he wakes up Dante, his eyes fall on his wife, watching as the sun makes her hair all golden and warm under its light: when she turns around, the bags under her eyes are enough signal of her tiredness, but the calm and love in her features while she sways from side to side while she closes the curtain enough to let him know she’s okay.

“We should take the day off,” she murmurs, sitting by his side in the couch. Moving the boy so he lays comfortable on top of her.

Giorno smiles, gentle and warm —but dripping with sarcasm. “Do you think our bosses will be okay with that?”

Lena shakes her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “We are the bosses, baby.”

Giorno grins, shaking his head now.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Rose Pink- Giorno Giovanna

Snow White x Vento Aureo 

Cast:

Rose Gold - Reader Prince Charming - Giorno Giovanna Evil Queen - Diavolo Magic Mirror - Doppio Huntsman - Tiziano & Squalo  7 Dwarves - La Squadra Esecuzioni

Once upon a time...

There lived a lovely little Princess named Y/N, although, everyone called her Rose Pink.  Her vain and wicked Father, the King Crimson, Passione’s Mafia Boss, feared that some day, Y/N’s existence will help unveil his own identity to the enemy, and thus, dethrone him from the Don position, which would be less than optimal. So, he dressed his little Princess in rags and forced her to wear a Venetian mask at all times, despite not being allowed to leave the Mansion.

Each day, the delirious Godfather consulted the only person he trusted in this life, his other personality, Doppio, while looking in the Mirror and seeing the face of an innocent boy that resembled his own self.

“Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio, Who is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?”

...and as long as Doppio answered “You are the most powerful one of all”, Rose Pink was safe from the Don’s cruel ruthlessness.

---

And thus, begins our story, once again, on a beautiful day of Spring in the city of Napoli, when Diavolo made his way to the Mirror in his room, scrunching the photograph of himself and his wife, when Rose Pink was still a mere babe, and they were all happy...Yet those times were long gone, for his wife had been murdered just a week after that picture was taken, by none others than the notorious La Squadra Esecuzioni...His very own Hitman Gang that betrayed him and Passione.

Only because that greedy Risotto Nero thought himself fit to be the Godfather! But oh, how ridiculous, for the Mirror NEVER saw him as a great competitor for the role.

“Slave in the Magic Mirror, come from the farthest space. Through wind and darkness, I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face!” Diavolo glared at the mirror in front of him with absolute hatred. “What wouldst thou know, my Boss?” the face of the innocent, pink haired boy appeared, his golden eyes wide, like a baby fawn that lost his mother. “Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio...Who is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?” the Don asked in a condescending voice. “Famed is thy power, my Boss, but hold, there is a lovely young lad, I see. The new recruit of another gang, who will discover thy identity, through a little maiden. Rags nor masks can hide her gentle grace, and alas, she will fall in love with him.” Doppio spoke in a worried, almost afraid, voice. “Alas for her and him! Reveal her name, and I shall get rid of her before this stupid little lad will be able to lay his eyes upon her.” he sneered in disgust. “Lips red as rubies, hair as pink as the roses, skin white as snow.” was the only thing Doppio said, but the description was enough for Diavolo to realise who was his demise. “Rose Pink!” he gasped in rage.

That is when he knew he had to act as fast as possible...But what could he do? He couldn’t possibly kill his own daughter with his bare hands...What would his late wife think of that? He would curse him from the grave, and he couldn’t have that.

Oh, but he knew just what to do...Just the right people for the task...

---

Meanwhile, in the Mansion’s garden, there was a little young maiden, whose hair was put up in a messy wet pretty updo, so the cascade of roses wouldn’t get in the way of her cleaning.

She sat on the stairs of the well, scrubbing them with a brush, carefully, so she wouldn’t miss any spot of dirt, while a dozen of doves as white as snowdrops chirped around her graciously.

Y/N was humming beautifully, before getting up, sighing, and moving to the well to clean it up, and tend to the flowers that kept growing on it.

She missed having someone to chat with, since the only people she sometimes had around were Tiziano and Squalo, but even they couldn’t stand around too long for a proper conversation, so she had only animals to turn to for any pleasant company.

The girl took the rope in her hands and pulled on it, raising the bucket of water, putting it on the edge, before sitting on it as well, looking at the doves around her with a sneaky look.

“Want to know a secret?” she asked the doves, in a sweet, bright voice. “Promise not to tell?” she asked again, making the birds nod, as if they could understand what she was saying.

“We are standing by a wishing well Make a wish into the well That's all you have to do And if you hear it echoing Your wish will soon come true“

Her thrills were heard throughout the garden, in a voice as beautiful as the perfume of the Spring flowers, that would get you drunk from their sweetness.

“I’m wishing-” she began, putting her hand to her ear, approaching the well’s hole. “I’m wishing-” the echo came back to her, in a vibrato tune. “For the one I love...To find me-” the girl went on, smiling as soon as she heard her counterpart. “Today.” her voice went lower, almost as if swooning at the thought. “I’m hoping-” she went on, her eyes closing, as if she was making a wish on a shooting star.  “And I’m dreaming of...The nice things...He’ll say.” Y/N sang, resting her back on one of the well’s stone pillars. “I’m wishing...For the one I love...To find me...Today...!” she gazed at the fluffy clouds above, floating up on the azure sky as she was fantasising about flying up there, of being free, just like the beautiful birds that kept her company, and did some thrills, dueting the little doves.

As she was so deeply absorbed in her fantasies, she didn’t realise that someone climbed the fence of her garden, before his velvety voice, like that of an Opera’s Baritone, echoed through the place.

“Today!” this voice made the girl gasp and jump in her own skin, making her snap her gaze and seeing a young man with long blond hair, emerald green eyes and a pink suit, smiling down at her with a gentle smile, right next to her. “Oh, dear...! You shouldn’t be here! I-I’m not wearing my mask today!” Y/N gasped, hiding her face and running up in her room, before tying up her mask and letting her hair down, she shyly went in the balcony, leaning on it to look down at the beautiful boy. ”Oh, I’m sorry, did I frighten you? No, please, don’t run away!” he reached out his hand towards the pink haired girl, before smiling at her timidness. “Now that I’ve found you, hear what I have to say!”  the blond boy did a little bow, looking up at the beautiful maiden that shined like Spring’s Sun.“One song, I have but one song. One song, only for you!”  he sang, walking towards the balcony, as the same white doves surrounded him. One heart Tenderly beating Ever entreating Constant and true One love That has possessed me One love Thrilling me through

The boy continued his song, making the girl blush furiously at the bold and suave declaration of love from the serenading boy who grinned charmingly at the girl, who extended her hand towards one of the little doves and gave it a small kiss, before letting it fly on the boy’s hand, as it gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

“One song...My heart keeps singing...Of one love...Only for you!” he confessed in his singing, as the girl sighed, obviously head over heels for the young boy. “Oh, but you sing so beautifully, my dear prince! I wish only to be able to spend time with you, but my father forbids me from leaving this place. May I know the name of my dear Prince Charming?” Y/N asked, batting her eyes at the boy. “Giorno Giovanna is my name. May I have the honour of knowing your name as well, my sweet Princess?” he asked, before taking his Stand out and took off one of his Ladybug brooches, making a E/C butterfly, to match Rose Pink’s eyes, sending it flapping towards her, standing in her hair. “My name is Y/N, but people nicknamed me Rose Pink, because of my hair.” she smiled shyly, speaking in the same sweet voice as ever. “I’m so glad to find out the name of such an amazing maiden. Fate must have been kind to me, to be allowed to meet you.” Giorno declared, only to have the girl smile sadly at him. “Is it kindness, or is it cruelty, dear Giorno? If I’m not allowed to even touch your face or hold your hand while strolling through the park?” she asked, before snapping her gaze back to her room, from where she heard a knocking on the door, and her name called out. “Oh, I must leave now, I’m so sorry. I wish to see you again, my Sweet Prince.” she blew him a kiss, before rushing inside, letting the boy sigh, completely in love.

---

Little did the 2 lovers that, at that exact moment, the King Crimson was glaring at the little encounter going on in the court and planning his own daughter’s demise.

No little pest, no matter how dear to his heart, would ever be allowed to lead him to his loss of power and of Passione.

Passione was his, and he was the Godfather.

He will ALWAYS be the Godfather.

“Take her far into the forest, I’m sure you’ll find some secluded glade, where she can pick wildflowers. You both know how stupidly captured in her own mind she gets when she sees them.” Diavolo called Tiziano on the phone, trying his best not to destroy the device in his hands. “Yes, Boss.” Tiziano’s voice called emotionlessly from the other room, while Squalo held the phone to his ear. “And there, my faithful Passione members, you will kill her!” the magenta haired man growled darkly. “But, Boss, the little Princess!” Tiziano gasped in shock, completely surprised at his orders. “SILENCE!” Diavolo screamed into the phone, that the duo he hired could hear, even from their room. “You know the penalty if you fail.” he regained his almost composed voice. “Yes...Boss.” Tiziano bit his lip in fright, looking at his partner, whose expression matched his. “But to make doubly sure you do not fail...Bring back her heart in the chest I provided you on the table in the room you’re at right now.” were the last words the Boss spoke ominously, before hanging up.

---

The next day, hearing that Tiziano and Squalo were allowed to take her on a walk through the forest, she dressed in her prettiest dress, fixed her hair in a beautiful hairstyle and at the end, attached the ladybug brooch from her paramour to her outfit, and at the end, tied her mask to her face, admiring herself in the mirror, doing a little twirl, before skipping happily towards the 2 men.

On the way to the forest, she kept giggling and telling them that she met her Prince, how he gave her the brooch as a gift of love, and how he serenaded to her, like Romeo did for Juliet. The poor men looked at each other nervously, clearly not used to being around such a pure and naive little being, their heart hurting at the thought of having to kill her...And more, carve out her heart in such a brutal way.

Her father was a monster, that’s what the 2 would tell each other, through their eyes.

Seeing the girl happily twirling around in the glade, picking up flowers to make a bouquet, singing and humming around the same song that her prince sang to her... The beauty of being in love, manifested in such an innocent way...

And if her love for the boy wasn’t enough to make their hearts swell in agony, seeing her pick up a baby bird so tenderly, doting on it and helping it fly back to its family...

They had to do it fast, before they would get second thoughts.

Honestly, why were THEY sent to do this, and not some heartless fuckers like Cioccolata and Secco who could do this job without blinking or having any regrets?

When the girl turned her back at them, they started approaching her silently, taking out their weapons, obviously not having the heart to kill her with their Stands, but just as they were about to strike, the girl innocently turned around.

Those innocent and naive E/C orbs that shone in happiness like gems, now swam with tears of panic and sorrow, staring at the 2 men, feeling betrayed and confused.

“Tiziano...Squalo...Why...? Did my father tell you to do this...?” she sobbed, as she backed down slowly, before she found herself glued to a rock about her height. “No...Squalo, I can’t do it...I can’t. I’m so sorry, little Princess, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” Tiziano shed a tear, clenching his heart, before falling to her knees and gripping the hem of the girl’s dress. “I...I don’t understand. What is going on?” she put her hand on his hair, stroking it soothingly. “Your father is mad, he’s paranoid! He’ll stop at nothing to be Passione’s Boss!” Tiziano cried out, leaning so that her delicate hand would rest on his face. “Tiziano...Are you sure this is okay?” Squalo started scanning the surroundings, so nobody could rat on them. “Yes. It’s for the best that we were hired for it, otherwise those 2 fuckers would have really killed her. Rose Pink, you must run! In the woods, in another city, anywhere, it doesn’t matter, just never come back! You’re not safe here!” Tiziano warned, pushing her towards the forest. “Go now, stop looking back at us! Our skins are at stake too! Run and hide, missy! Make sure King Crimson will never find you!” Squalo yelled after her, making sure she was frightened enough to get the hell out of there. “Squalo...Did we make the right decision?” Tiziano bit his lip, looking at his partner. “The right one in our hearts, yes...Let’s just hope we won’t be the ones with our hearts in a chest next.” Squalo nodded, hugging his beloved. “Then, I have no regrets. Let’s go find some whore and get this mission over with.” Tiziano kissed the orange haired man with much passion, as if he was going to disappear the moment he’d open his eyes.

---

Poor, Poor Rose Pink, she was afraid of the darkness and her mind would play tricks of her at every nook and every crack, at every turn and every sound the forest made, everything around her seemed to be against her, like all the spooky ghosts that she saw in Scooby Doo or other Horror movies.

The forest was cruel to her, she thought, and as soon as all feeling left her body, her body collapsed on the hard ground, and she could only cry and cry, for there was nobody going to save her anymore, and she would see her Prince Charming no more.

Her desperation was short lived, thankfully, for all the critters of the forest were brave enough to approach her, but only one little chipmunk had the spunk to nudge her hand with its little wet nose, which made her gasp in fright, bolting up in a sitting position, only to see tens and tens of little glowy eyes hiding away from her, which is when she realised she was in no immediate danger, for animals were her friends.

“Oh, I’m awfully sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you! But you don’t know what I’ve been through! And all because I was afraid! I’m so ashamed of the fuss I’ve made, and I apologise if I startled or frightened you. What do you do when things go wrong?” the girl managed to put a smile on her face, her heart no longer shrunk with fear.

To drive away all the fear, she started singing a wholesome song, making all the baby animals run around her, wanting to be pet by her, or merely stay in her presence. When she told them she needed a place to sleep, the little critters told her to sleep in the ground with the bunnies, or in the trees, with the birdies, but of course, she couldn’t do that, so they guided her to a big house in the forest that looked rather nice from outside, but pretty neglected.

As soon as she knocked and received no answer, she stepped inside, turning on the light, realising how much of a dirty mess the whole place is, so she took it upon herself to clean up the whole place, so that if the owner of the house ever came back, they’d find it pristine and would let her stay, at least for a little while.

“Oh, look at this! There’s make up on the fireplace! And a shoe in the bowl! Dear, how could they let cobwebs stay everywhere? And such a huge mountain of dirty dishes in the sink! Awww, I have an idea! Let’s surprise them by cleaning the place! Will you help me out, please?” she clapped her hands, before taking the broom. “You do the dishes, you clean the cobwebs, and I will sweep around!” she told the critters what to do, as she started singing for them.

Next thing they did was wash all the clothes in the washing machine, then hanging them out to dry in the warm Sun.

Rose Pink was so exhausted after all the cleaning up, that she went upstairs, tucked all animals in, kissing them on the forehead, before allowing herself to fall asleep on the biggest bed there.

She had no idea how long she was asleep for, but when she woke up, she saw 7 very tall men towering around her bed, looking down at her with confusion.

“Hello! You must be the owners of the house!” Y/N smiled shyly, doing a little courtesy from the bed. “Who are you and how did you get here?” a curly, blue haired man asked in am aggressive voice. “Don’t be so hostile with a woman, it’s not nice!” the one with purple hair scolded him. “I deeply apologise for inconveniencing you! My name is Y/N, but everyone calls me Rose Pink. I found your house when I was running away and I thought I would ask for shelter...But you weren’t there, but the door was unlocked.” she explained, scratching the back of her neck nervously. “You did clean up the house, so I don’t think we can complain. Pesci, did you forget to lock the door again?” the blond man facepalmed, looking at the one who was about to cry. “I’m sorry, Prosciutto! I was hurrying to the mission and I forgot!” he teared up, hanging his head. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped. Besides, we were lucky that it was this innocent young woman, and not the Boss who found us.” the brown haired man shrugged, looking at the tallest man. “But how do we know she’s really all that innocent and not some spy in disguise?” the shaved man asked. “Let’s ask her and we’ll find out easily if she’s a liar or not. Missy, do you know the identity of the Passione’s Godfather?” the tall, silver haired man looked down at her with an intimidating look in his red eyes. “Passione’s Godfather...? Now that you mention it, Tiziano said about the same thing.” she mumbled, blinking at the man with no fear. “Tiziano...? Isn’t that from The Boss’ Unita Speciale?” the purple haired man gasped in realisation. “Yeah, along with Squalo, Carne, Cioccolata and Secco.” approved the silver haired man. “What do you know about them?” “Uhm...Tiziano and Squalo were the only people I got along with, that went through my house. Cioccolata and Secco were always very creepy and I would lock myself in my room and hide in the wardrobe whenever they’d come over.” she looked down, hugging herself. “But...Tiziano said that Passione’s Boss wants to kill me...He called him King Crimson...But I don’t really know anything...My father never let me leave the house, and I’d always have to wear this mask...Ah! Now that I mention it, I suppose you’re the first people to see my face, apart from my Prince!” she grinned in realisation, as she held her mask in her hands. “Capo, this is bad. She is the Boss’ daughter. If he finds out she’s alive and she’s here...Especially with the situation we’re in...” the man with his hair tied put his hand to his chin, pondering the situation. “If he finds her here, he would kill all of us. He will find out that Tiziano and Squalo failed to kill her, and will do anything in his power to track her down himself. He’s feared by everyone, and y’all saw what he did to Gelato and Sorbet! Who knows what would happen to us?” the shaved man grumbled, looking worried. “No, this is exactly what we need. We can take down the Boss.” the Capo smirked softly. “Very well, you may stay here with us. You can be useful, in a way or another This house has been a mess from beginning to the end, and you got it to look acceptable. Everyone, introduce yourselves.” he ordered, waving his hand at them. “I’m Melone! You can room in with me, if you want! I can do your hair and make up.” the man flipped his hair with a confident smirk. “My name is Prosciutto and this one here is Pesci. Don’t worry, we won’t give you any trouble.” the blond man spoke in a simple, yet soothing voice. “I’m Illusio, and this is Ghiaccio. Don’t stay around him much, he’ll just yell and be annoying.” the man with brown haired explained, which made his friend explode with rage. “Let’s keep this short, it’s already late. That’s Formaggio, and I’m Risotto Nero. Now that introductions are over, do whatever you want.” the man explained, making the girl smile. “Oh, I made some food! It’s on the table in the kitchen, so if you’re hungry, dig in!” she exclaimed, a wide grin on her rosy face. “What an angel! Come on, little Princess, let’s go eat, and then you can make yourself right at home! Tomorrow we can go shopping so you won’t have to stay in the same dress all the time! Tonight you can wear whatever sleepingwear we have around.” Melone dragged the girl to the kitchen, talking and talking about whatever he felt like, as the girl was actually paying attention to him. “The girl stays in my room. If King Crimson finds his way here, she’ll be safest there.” Risotto ordered, and nobody could say another word, despite the poor purple haired man pouting in disappointment.

That same night, as soon as Diavolo was alone in his room, stroking the beautifully embellished chest that held his daughter’s heart inside, he went in front of the Mirror, to ask once again for the fated question.

“Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio...Who NOW is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?” the pink haired man asked his much younger reflection. “Over the 7 jeweled hills, beyond the Mediterranean sea, in the mansion where La Squadra Esecuzioni hides, dwells Rose Pink, the one key to achieve the title of Godfather of Passione.” Doppio’s shy voice spoke out, as if afraid of the outcome of speaking the truth. “Rose Pink lies dead in some ditch in a forest. Tiziano and Squalo brought me proof! Behold her wretched little heart!” Diavolo glared at the mirror, opening the chest, grasping the heart in his hand, before throwing away the container. “Rose Pink still lives, the key for success. ‘Tis the heart of a whore you hold in your hand.” his reflection spoke the truth, biting his lip. “The heart of a whore?! Then I’ve been tricked!” he roared in rage, realising he was betrayed by his own trusted men. “Of course I have to do everything myself! Incompetent fools!” he scrunched up the heart with so much power, that it exploded, splurting blood everywhere on the mirror, on himself and around him.

Filled with so much rage, we went down to his lab, calling Cioccolata to alter his appearance so much that he would resemble a scrawny old man, with crooked teeth, white hair, and a hunchback.

He got a vial of a deathly poison that once breathed in, would make you paralysed, which was the perfect way to kill her, after everything she put him through.

There was a huge problem with this plan, and that was the antidote... The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love’s First Kiss... But who the hell would kill a corpse, anyway? Or fall in love with one? For sure, there was no way this plan would fail!

SHE WOULD BE BURIED ALIVE FOR SURE!

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“Hey, Y/N, you mentioned a prince before, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t any actual princes around. What was that about?” Illusio asked, looking at the girl. “Oh, about that...Well, he was brave enough to jump over the gates of my Mansion’s garden, and sing for me. He didn’t run away when I hid in my room either.” the girl graced a beautiful pink blush, looking down bashfully. “So it‘s a love story! How romantic! Was he the Prince Charming from those kid fairy tales? Was he strong and handsome? Was he super tall?” Melone grinned, holding the girl’s hands in excitement. “There’s nobody like him anywhere at all.” the girl swooned, before getting up and walking next to the said man. “Don’t tell me she’s gonna start singing like in those kid movies!” Ghiacchio dragged his fingers down his face aggressively in aggravation and exasperation. “Shut up, Ghiaccio, nobody likes you!” Formaggio smirked, seeing the man’s anger. “He was sooooo romantic! I could not resist!” she let Melone twirl her around slowly. “Come on, tell us about this mysterious man who stole your heart!” he urged the girl to go on with her story.

Someday my prince will come Someday we'll meet again And away to his castle we'll go To be happy forever I know Someday when spring is here We'll find our love anew And the birds will sing And wedding bells will ring Someday when my dream come true

Y/N sang with all the warm and beautiful emotions she harboured in her heart, so much that the men, looking at her, could see a pair of wings coming from her back, as if she were an angel.

Wait, actually, no! She actually WAS an angel!

“You didn’t tell us you have a Stand, missy.” Risotto raised his eyebrow at her, yet he felt no threat or ill will. “Stand? What’s that?” she looked at the man with a confused puppy expression. “You don’t know what a Stand is? Could it be that you just awakened it?” he pondered thoughtfully. “It could have awakened when Tiziano and Squalo made her run for her life through the forest. Something like that would make sense, especially her heritage.” Prosciutto pointed out, looking at her as if he saw Virgin Mary. “I’m...Not sure I follow.” she frowned in confusion. “See these? These are part of your Stand, which is a power manifested from your power. Of course, I don’t mean a physical one necessarily, since you’re frail as a snowdrop...But I suppose your caring nature would reflect its strength in a rather unique way.” Melone put his hands on her wings, pulling them forward so the girl could see them better. “Oh my! Are they real? How can I touch them? I’m definitely no angel, I’m just a human!” she gasped, looking in awe at her slightly translucent wings that shined a beautiful and divine light. “That’s not really important, I believe. Go rest, we should find out your powers soon enough. It’s late, everyone should go sleep.” Risotto ordered, gesturing for everyone to scatter off. “B-But wait! I still haven’t found out the Prince’s name!” Pesci pouted in disdain. “His name...Such a beautiful and unique way! Giorno Giovanna is the name of my Prince Charming, who shined like the Sun right in front of me! You see this brooch? It was his! He transformed it into a pink butterfly, before he sent it flying to me, which is when it transformed back! Isn’t that soooo beautiful?” she swooned once again, holding the brooch in her hands, looking at it tenderly. “Isn’t that Buccellati’s new recruit?” Formaggio raised his eyebrow, but everyone sent him a look to shut up. “Doesn’t matter for now. Go sleep, all of you.” Risotto got up, guiding the girl back to his room. “Take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. I have some stuff to research, but it won’t bother you.” he said, as he threw the girl some large clothes to dress in, pointing out where the bathroom was so she could change.

Thanking him with a wide grin on her face, she quickly went to change, and when she came back, she saw the silver haired man on the chair, in front of his study desk, researching, while topless.

The harsh scars and wounds on his torso made her gasp, rushing to his side and touching them gingerly, frowning in sympathy.

“Will you be alright?!” she bit her lip nervously. “They’re old scars, don’t worry. It comes with the job.” he mumbled absent-minded, before he felt a sting, followed by a tickle on his skin, which made him abruptly turn his head to look at the arm on which the girl was touching his skin. “I-I’m sorry, did I hurt you?!” she quickly retracted her hand, only to see the man in front of her wide-eyed. “Did you just heal my wound?” he frowned, examining his arm carefully. “I don’t think I could do that without proper medical supplies.” she replied, not sure of what to say. “Touch this wound right here.” he ordered, but he couldn’t wait for her to be hesitant, so he grasped her hand and put it over the long, deep gash on his chest, staring in awe at it was healing rapidly. “Did...Did I really do that...?” she gasped, taking her hand away gingerly, staring at it in complete shock. “It’s your Stand’s power. No wonder your Stand’s took an angel’s appearance. You quite literally ARE an angel.” was the only thing Risotto could mutter, before he sent the girl to sleep, as he kept making plans all night long.

The following day, Risotto informed the girl that all the Squadra had to leave on their own missions, and they will return by dinner. All of them made sure to warn her to be careful and cautious, since nobody knows what could happen.

The girl was pretty happy to clean the house along with her lovely animal friends, singing and dancing at her heart’s content, dreaming of her Prince. This time, she was in the kitchen, preparing a nice cherry pie, singing about meeting the love of her life once again, before putting it in the oven, when just then, she heard a pretty loud knocking from the door.

She looked at the animals around her in confusion, since she wasn’t expecting anyone, but she looked through the visor of the door and saw a frail, old man, trembling, but with a serene expression on his face.

“Hello, how may I help you, sir?” the girl asked as soon as she opened the door. “I don’t mean to bother you, miss, but, you see...I was passing by and I noticed this beautiful bouquet of flowers at your doorstep...It would be quite a pity if they were to wilt before being admired, don’t you think?” he smiled with a kind, grandpa-like vibe. “Oh, goodness me, you are right! I wonder if they are from the man of my dreams! They are gorgeous!” she took the bouquet from the man’s hands. “Do they smell just as well as they look? I would like to smell them, but...My old age made my smell go away.” he laughed weakly, his smile never faltering. “That’s such a pity! Not being able to smell the beautiful smells of Spring! Well, let’s see for myself then...Ah! I’ve never smelt flowers like these ones before! Oh, how unique!” she gasped, holding the bouquet close to her heart, grinning in happiness. “Yes...How unique indeed...My darling daughter...” the old man’s grin twisted in a frightening, sadistic smirk, which was the last thing the girl saw as she fell to the ground, lifeless. “I DID IT! FINALLY, SHE IS DEAD! This little twerp can’t be used against me anymore!” he laughed like a maniac, the sound echoing throughout the whole mansion as thunders started to be heard from outside.

Unbeknownst to him, the animals that were Rose Pink’s friends somehow managed to  find the whole Squadra AND the Prince and alerted them about the King Crimson.

“Giorno? Why are these animals all trying to get you away from us?” Bruno asked, looking at his friend in confusion and amusement. “...Buccellati...A few days ago, I believe I met the Boss’ daughter, and back then, animals seemed to surround her every second. If my intuition is correct...She may be in danger. I’m sorry, Buccellati, but I have to go save her!” Giorno frowned, feeling restless. “If you’re going, I’m going as well. It will be a great opportunity in more ways than one. Let’s go!” the two ran along with the animals, and as soon as they got in front of an old mansion in the woods, they met La Squadra. “So you’re Giorno Giovanna, aren’t you? You looked just as Rose Pink described you.” Melone glared at him softly. “If you touch even a single strand of her hair...” Giorno glared at them, but Melone shook his head. “We were protecting her from King Crimson...But if we’re correct, that one over there is him. He came from out house. Let’s go kill him.” Risotto explained, and nodding at each other, a temporary truce was formed, for the sake of the girl’s well-being. “You are dead, King Crimson!” Giorno shouted in anger. “Oh, so you are the stupid kid who thought could dethrone me! That useless Mirror kept saying how you will find out my identity through that stupid daughter of mine...But now you can’t! Because she’s dead! I just killed her!” he laughed maniacly, just as before. “Giorno, don’t act rash, he could be lying.” Bruno put his hand on Giorno’s shoulder, and the boy could only nod, despite the burning anger flaring through his veins. “YOU FUCKING COCKROACH! HOW DARE YOU KILL OUR ANGEL?!” Melone shouted in rage, before charging at him blindly, only to get swapped away like a dead fly. “Melone, you idiot, don’t act irrationally!” Ghiaccio yelled at him, helping him get up. “Your stupid Stands, even together, are NOTHING against my King Crimson and Epitaph! YOU CANNOT KILL ME! BOW DOWN BEFORE DON DIAVOLO, THE ONLY GODFATHER PASSIONE WILL EVER HAVE!” his voice rang all throughout the forest. “You wish.” Giorno spoke confidently, ready to strike.

The fight was long and dragged for a long time, making everyone be injured, gravely or not, but in the end, they were victorious, thanks to Giorno’s Requiem Stand, that managed to get Diavolo stuck in a never-ending loop of death.

However, their fears were true, and Diavolo didn’t actually lie when he said he killed the girl. They figured quite easily that the girl’s death was produced by the flowers in her grasp...And yet, as soon as he touched vein, he could feel a pulse, which made him gasp in shock.

“She’s alive? Then, we could still save her somehow?” Pesci gasped in glee. “She’s in a coma, I think, I’m not sure what we could do about it.” Prosciutto frowned, not sure how to solve this mystery. “If we get her to the hospital...?” Illusio’s eyes shifted between everyone. “That could work...But we still can’t be sure it will wake her up in a long time.” Bruno thought deeply. “What luck I have...I fall in love, and this is what happens. I should have known better than to endanger someone, for my own selfish desires...Emotions will only get my dear ones in danger.” Giorno gritted his teeth, before caressing his beloved’s pale face, looking at her with a tender, yet sorrowful expression. “I’m so sorry this had to happen to you...You deserve the world. I love you, Y/N.” he confessed, before leaning down, planting a gentle kiss on her ruby red lips. “That’s enough, let’s rush her to the hospital. The faster we are, the faster they can find a cure to this.” Ghiaccio snapped his fingers, slamming the door open...

However, what nobody was expecting, was to see the girl start stretching her arms, as if she was waking up from a nap, and soon enough, her beautiful E/C eyes fluttered open, and a dazzling smile graced her features.

“My Prince, you’ve come to me once again!” she cheered, throwing her arms around Giorno’s neck, who looked just as shocked as everyone, especially as her Stand’s wings came out, just as radiant and heavenly as before. “I would fly to the space, just to get the stars and put them in your hair, to see you smile. I would get the Sun right here, but you shine even brighter than it. I would go to the end of the World for you.” Giorno smiled softly at her, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m gonna cry! This is so beautiful!” Melone tried to stop himself from tearing up, but he was beaten up by Pesci who was sobbing rivers. “Calm down, Pesci, it’s okay.” Prosciutto sighed, patting the man on the back to calm him down, but even so, he was smiling at the pair in front of him. “Do you know if Tiziano and Squalo are still alive...?” the girl asked in a soft voice. “I think so. We killed Carne, and by the time we arrived at your home, Cioccolata and Secco were dead already, but we never found anything about them.” Bruno explained, which made the girl smile. “I’m so glad to hear that! They were the reason why I managed to escape from my father’s grasp.” she explained, as Giorno picked her up bridal style. “I promise we will look for them as soon as we settle down and make everything be peaceful.” he promised, kissing her forehead. “Wait, so now that Y/N is with Giorno...Will they be the new Godfather of Passione?” Formaggio gasped in realisation, which made everyone freeze in shock. “It should be Y/N, but since she didn’t have a clue she was the Mafia Don’s daughter until recently, and would have no idea what to do...But if she marries Giorno Giovanna, who’s the one who defeated Diavolo, I think Passione would flourish like never before.” Melone pointed out with a wide grin. “But what about Capo...? The whole Squadra was exiled and Capo wanted to be the next Don.” Prosciutto asked, unsure of the situation. “Risotto was very kind to allow me to stay in their house, and even told me about my Stand and power! I think that, if it’s okay with all of you, he could be our 2nd in command, and La Squadra can be back in Passione!” the girl clapped her hands together, wishing to find the right decision. “Fine by me.” Risotto nodded, which made the whole Squadra sigh in relief. “La Squadra Esecuzioni will be welcomed back to Passione, Buccellati’s team can become the new Unita Speciale, and we can add Tiziano and Squalo to it, if they’re still alive. Risotto will be Capo Bastone, and I’d like it if Buccellati would be my Consigliere.” Giorno spoke in a firm voice that inspired leadership. “Oh, can Melone be my Consigliere? I would need someone to go shopping with me and help me out with outfits everyday!” her giggle warmed up everyone’s hearts. “Anything for my, my darling.” Giorno nodded, a soft smile gracing his features.

After that, peace was restored in the hearts of all the fellow mafia men, Buccellati’s team became La Unita Speciale; La Squadra Esecuzioni was brought back into Passione, Risotto was no longer bitter with anger over the Boss’ lack of trust in them, and was not Capo Bastone, while Bruno was Consigliere for Giorno and Melone for Rose Pink.

It didn’t take long for the 2 lovers to marry and have a beautiful wedding, where they confessed their undying love for each other.

Everything was well again for everyone in Passione, they were all happy in their own way and no longer had such a terribly dark dread, since their little Angel was watching over them at all times.

As for Giorno and Y/N...

They Lived Happily Ever After.

The End.